Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 133127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
“Nope, you’ve been watching too much porn and are obviously delusional,” I say as I shake my top out and throw it over my shoulders.
He laughs, leans out, and grabs my T-shirt, dragging me to him. He kisses me tenderly. “I never saw any porn that good,” he mumbles against my lips.
I smile softly and run my hands through his hair as I stare at him. “Never?” I whisper.
He shakes his head. “Nope.”
Is this his way of saying that was the best sex he ever had?
He kisses me again. “What about you?”
Our faces are only millimetres apart. “I think, Brock…” I frown. “Wait. What’s your surname?”
He laughs. “Marx.”
I giggle because this is just insane. How did we just have sex and I don’t even know his surname? I shake off the thought and continue. “Well, I think, Brock Marx, that you fuck like a god.”
The air crackles between us as we stare into each other’s eyes.
“And, I can’t wait to do it again,” I add.
He smiles and licks his bottom lip, and then leans in to kiss me. The kiss is slow and tender. He does it again and again, and soon he’s out of the shower holding me close against his wet body. “I need more of you,” he breathes.
The sexual chemistry between us is ridiculous. “I’ll wait outside for you.”
I walk out into the bathroom and keep my head down as I make my way up the corridor. My behind is smarting, and my legs feel like jelly from the super strength orgasm I just had. I catch sight of myself in the mirror and my stomach drops.
My hair is in a loose bun on top of my head and I have a rosy glow to my face.
The just fucked look.
I drag my hand down my face and close my eyes, letting a little bit of shame creep in. I can still feel the tingles in my body from where he’s been. Still feel his stubble on my face, his tongue in my mouth…
He casually strides out of the bathroom, and my eyes rise to meet his. He smiles sexily and winks.
I smile gratefully, he makes this seem natural. It probably is for him.
God.
“Have you eaten, Tull?” he asks as he approaches me.
“Erm.” I hesitate because my mind is literally jumbled. Have I eaten? “I’m not hungry.”
“Okay, your place or mine?”
I frown. “I’m moving tomorrow. My place is filled with boxes.”
“Oh, where are you moving to?” He gestures to the front doors and we walk out into the parking lot.
“Just a few blocks away. My apartment was sold.”
“Do you need help moving?” he asks. “Is this you?” He points to my car. It’s a white hatchback.
“Yeah.” I open the door to my car and stand in between the car and the door.
“No, my stepbrother and friends have got it.” I peer up at him. “Thanks, anyway.”
He smiles and tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear. “My place, then?”
I know I should go home, but I’m not quite ready to let him go yet, so I nod. “Okay.” I glance over at the fancy black Range Rover in the parking lot. “Is that your car?”
He smiles down at me, nods, and then leans in to kiss me softly.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” he whispers.
I smile against his lips and put my arms around his neck.
“Hang on a second, my phone is ringing.” He shuffles around in his pocket and digs out his phone. It must have been on silent. He narrows his eyes. “Jesten.”
“Jesten?” I frown.
“He works for me.” He answers the phone. “Someone had better be dying, Miller,” he snaps.
I watch him.
He frowns as he listens, closing his eyes, as if annoyed. “Seriously?”
He listens again.
“Fuck’s sake, fine. I’ll be there in half an hour.” He listens again. “No, I’m in the middle of something here. I’ll be half an hour.” He hangs up and his eyes come back to me.
I force a smile. “Everything okay?”
“The alarm at my office has been tripped and the security company won’t shut it off until I get down there.” He leans down and kisses me softly. I wrap my arms around his neck once more.
“You have an office?” I ask.
“I own a security company.” His hand roam down to my behind and he squeezes.
I giggle. “And your alarm is going off.”
He smiles as he tucks the hair behind my ears again. “Ironic, huh? We’re not security as such. Private investigators.”
“We?”
“I employ ex special forces soldiers. Ten men work for me.”
I frown. “Are you….?”
“Navy Seal.”
I swallow the lump in my throat. “You’re a Navy Seal?”
“Ex.” He smiles. “I’ll take you back to my house, then I’ll quickly dart out and sort it. I won’t be long.”
I cringe as I imagine waiting at his house alone for him to come back. “Oh, that’s okay. I’ll just see you later.”